My Fake Plastic Love

I am happy to say that 2008 was a very good yr for me! It started out on a low but definitely ended on many highs.

( Jan-Sept )

I figured I'd update this thing today since I started it when I first came to Queens and now that I've finished it's worthy of an entry. 

Today I wrote my last exam of undergrad! It's over! 
My thesis project went incredibly well and hopefully I have a graduate spot in the same lab come January. 
I'm off to Switzerland and Hungary on tuesday with the family, and hopefully will have a job in the laser lab at the University of Bristol in England in July.

Anyway, just wanted to update, I must continue packing (which is depressing). Hope you're all doing well haha if any of you still read this thing.

This very very hot guy came into Hollywood Gelato today. He's been in there once before when I was working. I thought he smiled at me, but I wasnt sure, so I didnt think much of it.
However, today he was all smiles and making conversation even though I wasnt the person serving him, and being my sped self, I totally screwed things up. 

"So has anyone ever stolen the recipes to the gelato here?"
"nope, or else there'd be another gelato place"
(mentally kicks myself)
*hes still smiling, so i smile back*
"So, how would you go about sneaking in to get the recipes"
*Now would be a good time for a witty remark, instead I say*
"Theres a back door"

Then this girl Karen starts going on about how the dead bolt everything. The guy smiles at me again, says, "We'll discuss this later" and goes off with his friends. 

The bottom line: I'm shitty at flirting at work. I'm out of my element, I look like crap, and I'm covered in ice cream. Oh yeah, and I really hope he comes back.

3 AM can't sleep.

This trip has been fun, but I want to go back to Kingston. 

Do any of you guys believe that things happen for a reason? I do. I don't believe in god, I'm a science girl, but I am a firm believer in the conservation and balance of energy. 

On the plane ride down I was traveling alone, that was a one woman comedy act in itself, I've never flown alone before, but that's another story. I offered to trade seats with a woman whose husband was stuck sitting in another row. I figured, hey good karma. Anyway, I ended up sitting behind one of those obnoxious men who push their seat back as far as it can go, but half the time aren't even leaning back. so basically  I was sitting there, cramped and pissed off with my lap top digging into me. Some karma.

However, I was wrong. I ended up sitting next to an old lady, with an accent that later I had come to learn was German. For the majority of the trip we exchanged only small polite remarks, but near the end my laptop battery died out and I my distractions were gone. The old lady started talking to me about how she was going on a cruise to mexico with her daughter and grandchildren. I was enjoying the conversation until she started telling me about how her husband died last year from lung cancer. My first thought was, "oh god this is going to be one of those 'poor me' conversations, fuck." 

How wrong I was. It turned out that her husband always told her that they would go on a cruise for their 50th anniversary. Unfortunately, he passed away before they could go, so now her children were taking her. 

So there I was flying down to spend a week with my grandmother and it occured to me that there isnt a quota of I love you's you can say to someone, but there is a limit and it's out of your control. I don't want to reach that limit any time soon, but its scary seeing them get older.
I don't want there to be any regrets. 

My grandma has always talked about wanting to walk through Bel Harbour with my sister and me. There's no particular reasoning behind it. It's a beautiful part of Miami, but no sentimental value. But she;s always talked about it. Ever since I was little she'd always say, "Vhen you're older I'm going to valk through Bel Harbour with you and your sister."
So this was the trip that we were going to do it. 

We decided to go on Thursday, but on wednesday her bridge work in her mouth  has broken and we thought that she might have to fly back to toronto on thursday. As we were checking out plane schedules, she looked at my mom and me and said sadly, "oooh now I von't get to go to Bel Harbour vith you!"  My mom replied with a smirk, "Oh well, I guess we'll just have to come back to Florida." But the plane ride shook me up and I was scared, what if we never came back? I know it's a trivial thing, but it's something that she wanted. After all she's been through why does life have to be unfair to her again?

I went to bed that night hoping that the dentist she was going to see in miami would be able to fix her teeth so that she wouldnt go home.
As luck would have it, she did have her bridge repaired.

And so we walked through Bel Harbour, just the way she imagined it.

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